"Another German offensive failed, and the war was soon over!"

Pete wrote this sentence on the letterhead, then paused to think about it and continued:

"The war will soon be over, so the king, my dearest friend, pray for me, for the war to end as soon as possible, for peace, it does not matter which side wins. There is no need to pray that we win this war, and there is no need to pray that I am safe. You know, the enemy prays like this, and those who love them pray for their safety

Some people will say that God is with us, but who knows? The Germans will say the same. Or pray that God will be more forgiving us, or pray for peace, we were shelled last night, probably a small sneak attack or attack. From where I am, I could see the light emitted by the enemy when he fired, but only the sound of our men firing. The sight is well worth seeing. When I looked down, the biggest thing I felt was the indifference to killing, to the terrible weapons of death.

The people who fought there were like toys, and as I stood on a high vantage point and looked down, I couldn't help but ask myself, what would God Almighty think if he saw us poor creatures shooting each other with their guns?

What a wretched man! This makes me sympathetic to all people. Why can't they be like you and me, instead of using war to resolve their differences? We kill each other to defend our own ideas, or for freedom and rights, but is there no other way out? Freedoms, human rights, these things do mean a lot to us, and when they are violated, we may have only the means of recourse to justice. You tell me?

We were under heavy enemy fire all afternoon, and we lay down in the trenches in the open area, and many of my soldiers were killed, which made me anxious. I have to take care of the wounded, I am worried about them. I had them taken to a shelter for a simple bandage. Some died from excessive bleeding, others were seriously injured and groaned in pain. In between battles, I went to encourage the wounded and cheer them up. I lied to them and told them that reinforcements would arrive soon and that they would soon be able to send them to the rear for treatment. We captured a lot of stretchers from German ambulances the day before yesterday, so the stretchers were enough, but I didn't have enough men. I was ordered to hold the woods, so we stayed there, and in less than a day and a night, only 30 of the 150 fighters of Company A remained.

Dead warriors lie in front of you, dead without looking at them. The wounded gritted their teeth and suppressed their moans. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and blood was everywhere. All this was so unbearable that I thought for a moment that the enemy army would come over and kill or capture us all. But the fighters were brave. They didn't want to give up at all, even though it was clear to everyone that we were enemies on three sides and that they were far outnumbered of us.

I gave an order: 'When they reach the open field ahead, we will retreat to the edge of the woods.' ’

But the Germans did not dare to rush forward. They hid behind a hill, set up their machine guns, and waited for the other German soldiers to circle behind us. At the time I thought we were finished, but seeing how scared they were of us, I had hope again.

C is on my right flank, I don't have news of them, but I don't think there are many people left. Earlier I sent a platoon to reinforce them, 30 people.

However, we received an order to retreat, and we withdrew. I really don't like that command. 'Give up the dead and wounded. Retreat to the right and pay attention to the enemy. Wait for backup. For those whom we felt were not badly wounded and could be saved, we dragged them down from their positions almost in tow. Those who I didn't think had much hope, we had to leave them in a bunker and protect the entrance with sandbags.

Most of the wounded were saved. The next morning during the counteroffensive, the wounded were found.

Other troops were not so lucky. I saw someone with only minor injuries, but died after two days in the cold mud. They were too far from the rear, and stretchers looked for the wounded, but often could not find them in time. Think of the pain they endured. Thinking about this, our fighters here are lucky, but I still feel sad.

The war is really terrible. But we are here to end the war one day sooner. And the most painful are the wives and mothers who stay at home. They are suffering. Countless soldiers fell, lying unconscious in their graves, and only a death notice was sent to those closest to them. Their relatives will miss them incessantly, and they will be sad and grieving, which is really an eternal tragedy. O those who mourn! I have so much to say in my heart. I know a lot of people feel the same way I do. But what about it! ”

Pete sighed, picked up his pen and continued to write:

"On 26 September, the Allies launched the Meuse-Argonne offensive against the German [***] forces near the end of the road, with a total of three rounds of attacks. A third of the U.S. [***] team died in this offensive. The dense woods and undulating terrain of northeastern France were favorable to the Germans. They have been building fortifications and fortifying their defenses since they occupied the area four years ago. The American troops who participated in the first round of the attack met with stubborn resistance from the enemy, and these American troops had barely withstood the test of battle, but together with the French [***] team, they slowly and calmly advanced towards the enemy positions.

The second offensive began at the beginning of October, and our two battalions were trapped in the valley for five days in a row, in a difficult situation. When the Germans asked them to surrender, they resolutely continued the fight until reinforcements arrived to relieve them. The third offensive began on 1 November and lasted more than a week before the Germans surrendered.

1.2 million American soldiers took part in the Meuse-Argonne offensive, which lasted 47 days.

I have been transferred to the 78th Division with Black Iron, and our outstanding performance will go down in the annals of war. At the height of the battle, I killed a German devil with a bayonet here. We had just broken through the enemy's first line of defense that day and were about to attack Grangpei. We were in the middle of the woods when this big German appeared in front of me and stabbed me with a bayonet in one hand. Of course, the bayonet can reach very far, but the butt is relatively small, and its weight will make the gun fall a little, and it will look a little clumsy to use. He's ugly, and he's the size of me.

I was on guard when this guy showed up. I waited for him. I thought I was going to have a good hand-to-hand fight. Of course, his stature is dominant, but too useless. I avoided him, and before I could react, I stabbed him in the throat. It was my first time fighting an enemy in close combat. It passed in the blink of an eye, and he was finished, and he fell to the ground without even screaming. This is a military location, and we have been engaged in this kind of hand-to-hand combat as we walk through the dense forest.

But we ended up taking out all the enemy and clearing the way for the attack below.

The 311th Infantry Regiment, under the cover of the 310th Regiment, attacked the adjacent heights north of Glampey and captured the town, so that the 312th and 309th Infantry Regiments could attack the enemy fortress in one fell swoop. We took the fortress, but suffered heavy casualties. One of my good buddies was killed in the last 5 to 10 yards of the charge, and I have no mercy for the Germans after that. I can tell you that he is a native of New Hampshire, and he is very clean and very simple. He was the only child in the family, and I felt sorry for his parents. I hadn't met his family, but I wrote a letter anyway, trying to be as tactful as possible. He gave everything a person could give. When one falls, the next one will continue his career and make those who fall pay the price. You know what I mean.

Wang, my dearest friend, I don't know when we'll see each other, but when you see me again, the most important thing you want to ask me is whether I'm afraid. I'm not going to pat my chest and say I'm not afraid of anything or anything like that.

I am indeed afraid, as long as there is no one who is not afraid of death, but I am even more afraid that I will become a coward.

If a man cowers on the battlefield because he is afraid, the other brothers will stop caring about him, and that is what I fear the most.

Just now, a bomb fell on the wooden shed where the engineers stored their tools, and the wooden shed immediately burst into flames.

The hut was about 100 to 150 yards away from where I was lying on my stomach. My place was safe, though not very comfortable, because I was lying on a pile of rocks, and a large piece of burning wood had fallen a few feet away from me when the shed had collapsed. Oh, my God! I almost jumped up and went to find another place to hide, but it wasn't dangerous anymore when it fell, so I just lay there. It's a wise choice.

Because immediately after another bomb fell on the railroad and exploded with a bang. Since it landed right on the railroad tracks, the sound was naturally deafening. It's about 500 yards away from me, but you know, this bomb is powerful enough to kill people within 1000 yards. The impact of the bomb explosion shook me up and then fell again. It felt really bad, but nothing hit me, which is so thankful. I did fall hard enough.

You can imagine how dense the bombs dropped by the enemy were.

Well, I wanted to write these first, good luck. Greetings to your family and friends. Looking forward to the day of goodbye. My dearest friend.

Conwell S. Pitt, on the front line. ”

Pete finished this, carefully sealed the envelope, and then wrote on the envelope:

"China, Guangzhou Protector Revolutionary Army and Political Axe, Wang Hengyue Harvest."

The sound of artillery continued to sound around the position, but the war was coming to an end.

On October 29, 1918, the German Revolution broke out.

On November 9, the German Emperor Wilhelm II abdicated, and the German Social Cooking Party formed a provisional political axe and proclaimed the establishment of the Weimar Republic. On November 11, the Armistice Agreement at Compiègne Forest was signed, and Germany surrendered.

The First World War is over!

(To be continued)